Drunken Duncken

Misspelling of the first name above on purpose, not that anyone will ever surf through these pages.  But after trying to do everything to ensure that this would not create any hiccups or heartache, what a thoroughly terrible disappointment.

No time to take a pause.  Walking back over for another meeting with NSP, while awaiting the response to the Munis, and now this draft "evidence" and strategy discussions to deal with, my oh my.  A whiskey and beer regulatory weekend?  Perhaps, although I will be doing my checking in from stranger continents.  As the Princess has checked into the backpackers and awaits.  If only the ticket were one way...  though the symposia after that must be done too. 

There are always others who can fill your shoes in these matters.  Remember that.

Tell Me What You Want Me To Do

Wednesday.  Another E&NR monthly call. 

Survey says I will be out of the country and so unable to attend the AGM.  Is it work-related, family-related, or other, survey asks?  Could make the case for all three, although not sure it would be viewed that way by the intended readers of such justifying words.  Enough to simply move forward with the plans, on the assumption that pieces will fall into place as appropriate.

The boat is in, but its use not yet maximized.  Typical for the Nova Scotia sailing season, and while frustrating to look out at such gray drizzle, its time and glory in 2019 is sure to come.  News of Inch's fender failure due to the roughness of the seas provoking a smile.  More character to the SC.  Let's make the time this weekend for her before heading out.

The focus for now is on the upcoming countdown to 40.  An inspired effort to pull together an itinerary that touches so many nostalgic points of the last decade.  Need to do a spreadsheet of trips to fully summarize the backpacking moments.  There have been many to flood the memory.  The olive tree photo will be the one to sum it all up, but reading through these pages, thoughts of Serge in Cyprus and other real-time entries all bringing a smile as this Pivot draws near.

As the work rolls on.  Sitting on Terminal Road today, staring up at the Excel spreadsheet of numbers and the help message staring you back in the face.  Tell me what you want me to do.  If only it were that simple.  Keep making the effort to respond in the affirmative. 

Case in point - two weeks until the Europa Final.  You could have been in Baku if you had wanted.  Mombasa instead, with the #12 you ordered.  It can't be anything but great.

Randomness as Death

Words as spoken in a “governance” discussion today, another airing of grievances highlighting the difficulty of consensus.  More lies and brazen insincerity from the Oval Office and the world focuses on news of a royal baby.  It is all so tiring, as is the rate hearing negotiations, that head toward an interesting milestone this Thursday.  After which I look forward to dropping the news of the coming escape.  It must be done.

Texts for the course arrived, and so too the news of a class of 35.  That outlet so needed, if only to feel as though some progress has been made.  After a weekend in Moncton covering for Mom on her voyages back in some of your haunts of yesterday, the tiredness and the sadness of the trajectory of things in stark relief once more.  The weekend crafting of the political speech to wine and music.  The Frye festival showing the possibility for future misadventures.  Use the time wisely.  Organize your life in the next weeks to be ready.  The freshness of summer is owed that start.

The Driver’s Seat

May Day.  Drafted a winning letter.  Meeting with the rate design, blue skying approaches.  Drafting other questions.  Messi.  Then the storytelling.  I can do that, he thinks.  The Moose interrupted you.  Then to the Highwayman.  Mistaking meatballs for tartare.  But making progress, I can sense it.  The boat will provide, I sense it.  Get her and MJ out before the exit.  Perhaps HC too.

To be learned from tonight?  Nothing too indulgent, everything relevant, side hustles with purpose. The hot water then bleeding tongue.  The coincidence of 911.  The shift in perspective from being threatened to becoming the driver.  Some good things.  The narrative of a story.  The powerful nature of connected absurdity, sudden reversals.

The MFA pitch is in, and I like it.  It’s come together nicely over the past year.  Much more to follow...